Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (e reader for manga .txt) 📗

international trade route and many vessels travel it. Plus the ship we received the location point from is also on the move. As a matter of fact, we have located a vessel that what we suspect to be the ship we are looking for, only because we have disqualified all the rest. The others didn’t have a break in their AIS, the device which sends a life signal from all the ships in the world. This specific ship had a transmission failure, which was only fixed after they docked. That is why it disappeared and then reappeared alternately.”

“Where is it now?”

“Docking at one of the busiest and biggest ports. The Port of New York. The ship is called the Viking Fjord and belongs to a Swedish transportation company -- Swenson Shipping. There is no connection to Yassin.”

“Maybe a business connection?”

“We checked that too. There is no trading between them.” She hesitated for a second before she continued, “We are concentrating all our activities on you -- towards the south. Actually, we have returned to the theory that maybe the professor is the main target and that Jonathan was kidnapped for a reason. He may have even been followed for a while and the story with the casino was a well-set-up ambush. Maybe even Ashley Holding was part of it.”

The memory of Ashley’s smashed up face raised many doubts about Laura’s theory. Yet I supposed it was plausible that Ashley was an easy victim. “What is the target for the south?” I asked.

“We have warned the Air Force in Cape Canaveral. They have heightened security forces. It is possible that the ship Jonathan is on, disconnected its radio system and is southbound. If Yassin is expecting to meet your brother, then he needs to get there before him.”

“That is impossible unless he flies by helicopter.”

“Exactly. We have already learned that he has no problem getting a helicopter. He has the means.”

“Are you going to check if Jonathan is aboard the Viking Fjord?”

“In principle, there is no reason to. There is only circumstantial evidence. That ship could have been there and so could be fifty others too. We are still trying to get a search warrant.”

“Do me a favor. Before you reject any ship, contact David Gideoni and ask his opinion. He may have information that may shed some light.”

“David Gideoni is Israeli Mossad and we rather prefer that the Mossad doesn’t interfere here.” Something about her tone of voice sent me a subliminal message. Did she mean that she couldn’t ask, but I could?

“I understand,” I answered her. The line on which we spoke was probably tapped. “So I will continue to Florida, unless I get further instruction from you.”

“I think that is the right thing to do at the moment. Each of us should do what he is good at.”

I ended the call, stopped my motorbike on the side of the road and called my former boss. “The facts that are known to us are such, a location point was sent. The only vessel that seemed to be at that point at the same time was a ship called, Viking Fjord...” I passed on the rest of the information and continued my journey south.

Thirteen minutes later, I received a call from Gideoni. I accepted the call without stopping. Gideoni said, “Colin Swenson. He is the grandchild of Mudrich Swenson and one day will inherit the Swenson Shipping transportation company. His name had already been flagged for us in the past. Do you remember the day Yassin changed identities, someone mentioned that he had been drinking too much the night before? Guess who was the one to spin a tale?”

“Colin Swenson?”

“He and no other!” Gideoni coughed. “He is most probably an accomplice to the big plan.”

“What do I do now? Carry on down south or go back to New York?

“Carry on down south and stop your brother. He is a professor at the university, but he is also the key figure in the Israeli space project. The Amos-6 satellite is under his supervision. I am afraid that Laura’s hypothesis may be correct. He can’t be allowed to fall into their hands. If he is holding a suitcase, it has to remain in our hands. The suitcase contains the key to carry out the most irreparable damage to the satellite. It may harm all the Israeli space plans and not only the current one he has in his head. The order to stop him came directly from the Prime Minister’s office.”

I stopped the bike. My brother had no idea what was at play. “Listen here, anyone can stop the professor, and if it is important for me to change places with him, then I will continue south. That doesn’t contradict the fact that we have to know if the warnings about the planes being sabotaged are correct and if Jonathan is on this ship.” I softened my tone when I added, “It’s important to me on a personal basis, since the Americans need to follow protocol…”

“We are not leaving it in the hands of the American bureaucracy,” he interrupted me. “I understand that they have to operate within the law and so do we. Although we are not allowed to operate on United States territory, because this is an emergency, we are allowing ourselves some flexibility. Our men will board the ship at the first chance we have. It will not be an easy mission.”

“Even complicated missions need to be carried out.” I started the motorbike and merged into the traffic. I felt the need to remind him of something, so I added, “I spent years doing complicated missions for you.”

“If you exchange places with your brother and get to the head of this whole operation and stop him, that will be another complicated mission which may save many lives.” That was another way of him saying that if I failed this mission, not only my life would be over.

Murat Lenika,

New York City, November 15, 2015, dawn

As time went by,